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Magic: Cursed Blood

🇮🇳MonkAizen
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The struggle of an unambitious, lethargic young man just on the edge of graduation with no social skills or friends, to succeed in life to overcome of the burden of guilt. Who would have thought that I would die in my sleep. An unforeseen accident has brought me to a new world that is magical, yet danger creeping from all sides. So be it, this life I will live to my utmost desires. The fate said otherwise, I have born with a cursed blood, to never wield magic in my life. How do I realise my dreams, if even surviving is a bliss? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I've been so naive to live a trashy life. A life with no dreams, only pleasure brought by my thoughts of success. This novel is my way out to bring my passion back and bring out discipline in my lethargic life. This is my first time attempting to write something and here we go.
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Chapter 1 - CHAPTER 1: A NEW DAWN [REBIRTH]

I lay on my bed, enveloped by the heavy weight of my own inadequacies. Graduation loomed just two months away, yet I felt as though I had accomplished nothing. My poor social skills had isolated me from friends, romantic prospects, and any semblance of enjoyment in life. Guilt gnawed at me, dragging me deeper into despair until I could bear it no longer. With a heavy heart, I surrendered to sleep.

As consciousness ebbed away, I found myself adrift in an ocean of darkness. Thoughts blurred, and I became a mere wisp in the cosmic void. There was no sense of time, no direction—only the suffocating embrace of the unknown.

A flicker of light pierced the darkness, igniting a spark of hope within me. Instinctively, I reached out, grasping for the elusive beacon. Loneliness had become my constant companion, so I pressed forward, determined to seize this glimmer of light.

The journey was arduous, my consciousness barely clinging to existence. Yet, with each step, the light drew nearer, casting surreal shadows upon the void. And then, suddenly, I stood before it—a radiant blaze that threatened to consume me whole. Without pause for contemplation, I was engulfed, consumed by flames that seared my very essence.

In the throes of agony, a singular desire consumed me—an overwhelming urge to live. Amidst the inferno, a crimson blob pulsated nearby. With no other option, I lunged forward, consuming it with reckless abandon. Darkness descended, and my consciousness faded into oblivion.

Unbeknownst to me, the blob became my salvation—a parasitic entity weaving new life within me. Veins, nerves, and organs took shape, sculpted by the eternal flame that had once threatened to extinguish me.

Slowly, I awoke to a blurred world, a giant hand cradling me gently. The brilliance of the light stung my eyes, and tears flowed freely as I gazed upon a beautiful face. Warmth enveloped me, and a smile graced my lips as I nestled into the comforting embrace.

Placed within a cradle, I watched as the woman hummed a soothing melody, rocking me gently to sleep. As exhaustion overtook me, questions swirled in my mind. How had I died? What was this newfound existence? But as sleep claimed me once more, the answers remained elusive, shrouded in the mystery of my rebirth.

I lay in the cradle, enveloped by the warmth of my mother's embrace. Her tears fell softly as she spoke, her voice trembling with emotion. "My baby, how cute you are? If only I could stay with you.. huh! I'm sorry son, you are not safe with me. Please forgive me my dear 'Arjun'," she whispered, her words a tender lament. Her confession weighed heavily on my heart, stirring a surge of conflicting emotions within me.

With gentle care, she kissed my forehead and cradled me against her, her touch offering both solace and sorrow. In response to my babbling, she could only hear my joyful giggles, oblivious to the weight of her words upon my infant soul.

As my mother slowly made her way to the door, a figure emerged from the shadows—a man cloaked in tattered garments, his hood concealing his face. With a tender gaze filled with love and concern, he reached out to me, wrapping me in a shroud of darkness. "Son, forgive your incompetent father. We've got no choice," he murmured, his voice tinged with regret and determination.

The air hummed with anticipation as my parents exchanged solemn glances, the gravity of their actions palpable in the air. My mother approached, a necklace adorned with an obsidian black gem cradled in her hands. With whispered incantations, she invoked ancient magic, inscribing the gem with swirling symbols that seemed to dance with a life of their own. Placing the necklace around my tiny neck, she bestowed upon me a talisman of protection, a shield against the unknown forces that lurked beyond.

Yet, amidst the tender moments shared between family, the distant echoes of turmoil shattered the tranquility. Urgency laced my father's voice as he spoke, the weight of impending danger hanging heavy in the air. "We have to go," he declared, his words a stark reminder of the harsh reality that awaited us beyond the safety of our home. And so, with heavy hearts and determined resolve, we embarked upon a journey into the unknown, guided by love and bound by fate.